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SUMMER WIND 

By 
BESSIE C. WIGREN 




BOSTON 

THE POET LORE COMPANY 

THE GORHAM PRESS 



Copyright, 1919, by Bessie C. Wigren 



All Rights Reserved ^^i^ 



Mi 14 I9i^j 



MADE IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA 



The Gobham Press, Boston, U. S. A. 



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CONTENTS Page 

Summer Wind 7 

The Birthday 8 

Wisconsin Woods lo 

Morn 12 

Night 13 

The Rain 15 

Resting 16 

Spring 17 

Illinois 18 

Grandpa 19 

Survival of the Fittest 20 

The Home-Coming 22 

Heavenly Guidance 24 

The Pine Tree 25 

My Garden 26 

Robins Three 27 

A Memory 28 

Carnation Pink 29 

Finis 30 

The Rose 31 

Death 32 

Life 33 

Santa Claus 34 

Pain 36 

The Resurrection 38 

The Tuscania Living 40 

A Day 42 

Bells of Sabbath Morn 43 

Alone 44 

Mammy 45 



SUMMER WIND 



SUMMER WIND 

The summer wind blows through the trees, 
And leaves are rustling in the breeze. 
It blows across the fields where play 
The happy children in whose gay, 

And childish laughter is no strain 
Of sadness and the world's whole gain 
Lies stretched before them in the flowers. 
They stoop to pick in these glad hours. 

O summer breeze, to lovers true 
Fond memories tliou dost renew 
Of other days when life was young 
And love and joy were newly sprung. 

Blow on thou, soft warm summer breeze 
And whisper to us, noble trees, 
Glad secrets in whose healing balm. 
Our restless feverish hearts find calm. 

The summer breeze blows through the trees 
And through the flowers and o'er the seas, 
It bloweth where I kneel to pray 
Beside his grave, this weary day. 



Summer Wind 



THE BIRTHDAY 

Come take my hand, my little son 

And together we will go 
Into the fields and pick again 

The pretty flowers that grow. 

We'll wander through the grasses tall 

And as we listen, clear 
Upon the summmer breeze, the call 

Of wild bird we will hear. 

The purple violets that hide 

Their fragrance from the sun, 
We'll seek them out as hand in hand 

We wander, dearest one. 

Nay, tell me not that you are grown 

To manhood with its care. 
To-day you are my little one 

And with me you must share 

This day in field and forest green, 

For on your face I see 
The youthful smile I loved so well 

Your voice, so dear to me 

Rings out again in laughter clear 

As in those happy hours. 
When through the flowering meadows gay 

We talked with birds and flowers. 
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Those days when you were all my own 

And when at night I felt 
Your precious form close to my heart 

And side by side we knelt, 

To thank the Heavenly Father, 

For blessings of the day 
And prayed that He would keep us 

From sin and harm away. 

Come, once more let thy dear head 

Against my heart incline, 
For O, I fondly love thee, 

Thou little son of mine. 



Summer Wind 



WISCONSIN WOODS 

The sky Is a leaden hue 

And on the ground fresh snow, 

While trees all naked, wave their arms 
E'er wildly to and fro. 

The wind is wailing, moaning 

And in the mighty sound, 
We hear the waves that dash and beat, 

Against a coast rock bound. 

The lake is partly frozen o'er 

And through the open blue 
A musk-rat leaves his trail behind 

As homeward he swims true. 

A few deer tracks along the snow 

And then a trail of red, 
Ah hunter, you. have had your sport, 

And one more life has fled. 

The golden-rod that yesterday 

Showed yellow in the dawn 
The autumn leaves of many hues 

Are withered all and gone. 

Yet as the woodland path we tread 

A verdant wreath is seen 
Still peeping from the snowy earth 

The wondrous Evergreen. 
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We stoop to brush away the snow 

And as we gently pull 
The clinging Evergreen doth yield 

Itself in measure full. 

And with our winter festoon 

We loiter down the path, 
The Sun now shines upon the snow 

As with our chat and laugh, 

We reach the lodge and open door 

Doth glowing log reveal. 
We sink into the beckoning chairs 

While o'er our souls doth steal, 

A sense of thankfulness and bliss 

That we are safe at home 
And warmth and food are ours tonight 

While out the wind doth roam. 

And as we gather round the board 

We lift a voice of praise 
Unto the God who giveth all, 

May He direct our ways. 



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Summer Wind 



MORN 

We thank Thee Lord, that night is o'er, 
And daylight comes, serene and bright, 

Our hearts we lift to Thee this morn, 
O keep us in Thy light. 

We thank Thee Lord, for sunshine, flowers, 

For wild bird's song of praise. 
For daily bread and strength to work, 

Throughout the season's days. 

We thank Thee Lord, for friendship close, 

That to our lives doth bring. 
New hope, new zeal to onward press. 

When weak or faltering. 

We cannot tell it all, these thoughts 

Of gratitude to Thee above, 
Who ever doth our lives direct, 

With mercy and with love. 

Sing out ye birds and give Him praise, 
And flowers your incense bring 

And pour it out upon the breeze, 
To Him an offering. 

And every little truant wind 

That blows across the field. 
Sing out your praise unto the Lord, 

Our refuge and our shield. 
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NIGHT 

Alone I walk a darkened path, 

The evening shadows fall 
And giant tree forms now show black, 

Against the sky's gray wall. 

The heavens are overcast with clouds 

That ever change in form 
And swiftly pass as darkness creeps, 

Sure portenders of storm. 

And now the wind doth strong arise 

And from the treetops tall, 
A moan is heard as answering 

They quickly heed the call. 

And swaying, bending, beckoning, 

Outlined against the sky. 
They sing Hosanna loud and strong, 

Unto the One on high. 

Now all the noisy sounds of day 
Are hushed, for work is o'er 

And tired feet are hurrying, 
To reach the family door. 

And one by one lights now appear 

And houses send a beam 
Of welcome to some loved one who 

Rejoices in its gleam. 
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As darker grow the shades of night, 
And trees still sway and moan 

I hasten timidly along 

And look for lights of home. 

And now the door is opened wide, 

And Mother's voice I hear 

In tones of love and welcome 

At last, my child you're here! 
* * * * 

O Father, when the shadows 
Of that last night shall fall, 

But grant the light may beckon me 
And mother's voice may call 

And there with all the loved ones 
Who've conquered in Thy name, 

And overcome the trials 

The loss, the grief, the shame, 

May we the Peace inherit 

Thy precious blood has bought, 

And grant the flock may gather all, 
With no lamb to be sought. 



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Summer Wind 



THE RAIN 

The rain is falling, gently falling, 

Washing as it falls, 
The gathered dust of many weeks, 

From houses, trees and walls. 

With patter and with drip it falls 
From sky all gray and dull, 

It soothes my restless spirit. 
With the music of its lull. 

O Father, let it wash away 
The sin and strife of men. 

The envy, hate and bitterness, 
O make us clean again. 

And may this sad old world of ours, 

At last Thy will obey 
And in each glistening raindrop may 

Thy peace and blessing lay. 



Summer Wind 



RESTING 

Sometimes I like to steal away 
From people and all care 

And in my swing to lie at ease 
And watch trees toss in air. 

Majestic poplars bathed in Sun 
Are trembling in the breeze. 

E'en when all nature peaceful is, 
This tree ne'er seems at ease, 

But trembling rustles all its leaves. 

'Tis said Christ on it died, 
And nevermore can it know Peace 

Nor rest with it abide. 

I love these lofty maples, elms, 
Outlined against Heavens blue 

The breeze is strong and in its song 
Breathes faith and what is true. 

The sunlight falls upon my swing 

And in its warmth I lie 
And rests my soul in this kind hour, 

Beneath trees, sun and sky. 



Summer Wind 



SPRING 

As from my window I look out 

A wondrous sight I see, 
A tree that yesterday stood lone 

And dark in misery. 

Now wears a dress of feathery green 

Of dainty pattern laced, 
With sunshine, red and green that Springy 

Now wills that it be graced. 

And through the lacy pattern shows, 

A glimpse of Heaven's blue 
As green and red and golden Sun 

Now blend in wondrous hue. 

Where came this mystic miracle 

This tree of life so rare, 
Where bleak and dark but lately stood, 

A sentinel of despair. 

The earth is His, yea His alone, 

The Resurrection light, 
And all the firmament doth show, 

His handiwork and might. 



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Summer Wind 



ILLINOIS 

So many giant trees grow near my home 

A heritage from Nature, better far 

Than any gift that Wealth could e'er bestow. 

And fields of green where hidden lie the flowers, 

We love to gather on those days in May, 

When sing the wild birds in the trees above, 

And nature doth rejoice. 

And in the sunlight, waving far, the corn 
That Illinois her plenty doth produce. 
And snugly nestling neath majestic elms 
The well proportioned houses and trim barns 
And everywhere eye looks, thrift, enterprise, 
Prosperity, the fruit of honest toil. 



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Summer Wind 



GRANDPA 

Vm sitting in the garden 

Beneath the maple tree 
Among the flowers and chirping birds 

With God's blue sky o'er me. 

The Sun shines just as bright 

As it did a month ago 
The flowers display rare colors 

All nature doth beauty show. 

But to-day I sit in the garden, 

With spirit heavy and sad, 
It's Grandpa's old bent form I miss 

And life is not as glad. 

I hear his familiar voice 
As he speaks to birds o'erhead 

And comments on the maple's growth 
And the hues of his pansy bed. 

O Grandpa dear, I miss you 

In this and other hours, 
But fragrant is your memory 

As the perfume of your flowers. 



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Summer Wind 



SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST 

Now what to do with the corn-flowers? 

They have spread beyond their bound, 
And unless some are weeded out 

Few others will be found. 

O let us live dear lady, please, 

For life is sweet to-day 
With cherry blossoms overhead, 

And breath of gentle May. 

Alas! if you should live dear flowers, 
Others must die this Spring. 

It is your life or theirs dear flowers. 
The wind doth requiem sing. 

As Coreopsis spreads its leaves 

And Daisies gaily nod. 
As beauteous Columbine unfolds 

From out the lowly sod. 

The sigh of cornflowers is heard, 

And then the piteous cry. 
Dear flowers, tis hard to leave you now, 

But we alas! must die. 

And as the South wind passes by 

The cherry blossoms near 
Shake out their fragrant petals, white, 

Upon the corn-flowers bier. 
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Summer Wind 



And all the garden flowers fair 
Are heard to breathe a sigh, 

As on the breeze of Spring is borne 
The corn-flowers sad — good-bye- 



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Summer Wind 



THE HOME-COMING 

The children are all home to-day 
And gather round once more 

Full many miles were traveled fast 
To reach the family door. 

And none are young and some are old 
And brown hair now is grey 

And as they clasp each other's hands 
They smile, but tears betray 

Their grief, for in that darkened room 
Mid ferns and flowers there lies 

A father, whom they all loved well 
Forever closed his eyes. 

And now they bear him to the place 

Where mother lies asleep. 
Not many years had she to wait 

For him the tryst to keep. 

And hearts are sore and sad tears flow 
For one whom they loved well 

Is lost to earth, but in their lives 
His memory shall dwell 

And ever will inspire them as 

Life's journey they pursue, 
To love the right and bravely fight 

For what is good and true. 
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Summer Wind 



And our dear father is not dead, 
We'll meet him every day, 

We'll feel him near and know his will 
And daily let us pray 

That we may live as worthily 
That we may strive as well 

That of our good and kindly deeds 
Our friends, like his will tell. 



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Su7nmer Wind 



HEAVENLY GUIDANCE 

He leadeth me, the blessed truth, 
Is whispered to my heart so sore, 

In life's dark hours, when sorrow comes, 
He leadeth me, I ask no more. 

In my great need to Him I come. 
The way is dark, I cannot see, 

I know not what to do, to say, 
O Jesus, Saviour lead Thou me. 

What matters it if earthly joys. 

So dearly prized have from me flown. 

If Thou my soul doth safely guard 
And still will count me as Thine own. 

give me faith and give me strength 
And wisdom now my course to run. 

1 only crave at set of Sun 

To hear Thy voice say, child well done ! 



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Summer Wind 



THE PINE TREE 

O fragrant Pine-tree from the North, 
Glad Christmas brings you here 

And eager children gaily trim 
Your branches green, with cheer. 

And as we hang the glittering Star, 
We tell of Wise Men three, 

And Shepherds watching flocks by night, 
Who came the Babe to see. 

O mystic is thy spell, Pine tree 
To children's wondering eyes. 

In branches bright with tinsel, gold, 
In thy soft glow, there lies. 

The haunt of fairies, hidden from 

Skeptics and worldly wise, 
Who now to children do reveal 

Beauties of Paradise. 

And treasured long in memory lives 

Old Santa, his reindeer, 
And brownies kind who help to load 

His sled with Christmas cheer. 

O happy trees, that your life should 

Be chosen on this day. 
To herald in the Christmas morn, 

In which good will doth lay, 
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Summer Wind 



MY GARDEN 

My garden! lovingly the words escape my lips, 
And as a mother doth caress a child she loves full 

well, 
So do I to my lips now press, some flowers that in 

thee dwell. 

My garden! sacred spot where grow my flower 

friends, 
I know each hidden leaf, each bud, each fragrant 

blossom fair. 
And call them tenderly by name and breathe their 

perfume rare. 

My garden! friend indeed art thou and true. 
When weary, troubled, sad, perplexed, I seek thy 

friendly shade. 
But peace and comfort dost thou give, and ever 

friendly aid. 

And when the day is done and night doth thee 

enfold. 
Unto this halllowed spot I come, ere seek I my 

repose. 
And here alone with God and flowers, He blessing 

doth disclose. 



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Summer Wind 



ROBINS THREE 

High up in an elm is a snug little nest, 
Where a Robin with birdlings three, 

Sings every morn when daylight breaks, 
Cheerup, cheeroo, cheeree. 

Her song full sweet and wondrous clear. 

Is heard from yonder tree 
As babes with wondering eyes look out, 

Cheerup, cheeroo, cheeree. 

Another day has dawned for us 

All fair my birdlings three 
We'll hunt for worms and learn to fly 

Cheerup, cheeroo, cheeree. 

And when the warning note I sound 

Come close little birds to me, 
For Yellow Cat, neath yonder hedge, 

Is watching us I see. 

But stronger daily, wings will grow 

And soon will birdies be 
Feeding themselves and flying high 

And safe to the old elm tree. 

And Yellow Cat with panther tread, 
Will lash her tail when she sees, 

Three Robins perched on a limb of the Elm, 
Singing Cheerup, Cheeree. 
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Summer Wind 



A MEMORY 



How strange, the song she sang tonight 

Brings back your face to me, 
How strange after all these j^ears are past, 

That your eyes I should see. 

So clear their gaze, they search my soul 

Your brow so broad and fair, 
Your wavy hair of sunny brown, 

Your laughter on the air. 

And once again your smile I see 

And hear your music ring, 
Vibrant and strong and all the world 

Is joyful while you sing. 

Ah memory, what a gift art thou. 

To bring to us again, 
The treasured hours of other years, 

Their happpiness, their pair. 



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Summer Wind 



CARNATION PINK 

Because I was so sweet so fair a flower, 
She wore me on her breast with maiden grace, 
And I sweet fragrance exhaled when she bent 
And pressed to mine her beauteous face. 

I gave my life for her that summer day, 
For her whose fair young life had need of mine, 
And though at night I faded quite away, 
I felt her heart throb close to mine all day, 
And that, yes that was recompense. 



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Summer Wind 



FINIS 

How blest the thought that some glad day 

One, all supreme, all wise and just 

Our lives will judge aright, nor fail 

To weigh thoughts, motives, intents kind 

That born of His great spirit do 

Make effort, showing in our words 

And deeds, we of His family are. 

And wrongly judged by mortals not 

Akin to Him who reads the heart. 

Discouragement and grief do cause. 

How blest, how comforting the thought 

To saddened weary souls to know 

That some glad day, Truth will be known. 



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Summer Wind 



THE ROSE 

I went into my garden 
At early dawn one morn, 

A bud that had been yesterday 
Into a Rose was born 

A rose with flaming petals 
All wet with morning dew, 

Gave out its fragrance as I came 
To pluck it, love, for you. 

O rose of wondrous beauty 
To grow from bud so small 

Tell us the secret of your power 
That we may humbly call 

Upon the One who fashioned thee 
That we may too, possess 

Thy mystic power to joy bestow, 
Thy grace and loveliness. 



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Summer Wind 



DEATH 

O death! what offerest thou me? 
A dreamless sleep from care set free, 
Release from sorrow, pain and toil 
And freedom from this life's turmoil? 

So tired am I, my senses reel 
And ever demon spirits steal 
Upon me and my mind ensnare 
And me a failure now declare. 

O death, if thee I now embrace 
Will peace and quiet fill the place 
My weary soul at last shall know? 
But whisper "yes" — I'll will it so. 



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Summer Wind 



LIFE 

Nay soul opprest, strive on nor fear 
The cruel thrusts of those who sneer, 
Of those who link their lives and fate 
With Satan and his blighting hate. 

For I, the Lord, will keep secure 
The soul that trusts and will endure 
And though all hell encompass thee. 
The Lord thy helper aye will be. 

And with my mighty arm will give 
Thee strength and succor; thou shalt live 
With me in glory and shall know 
Joys, Heaven only can bestow. 



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Summer Wind 



SANTA CLAUS 

Some folks say that Santa Claus 

Travels by aeroplane 
Don't you believe it, no child will receive it 

Nor one whose mind is sane. 

Drives he a sled with reindeers twelve? 

If there's no snow on the ground 
Blows he a magic horn and lo! 

Plenty of snow is found. 

Takes he an upper trail that to, 

Poor mortals sight below 
Hidden is, as he swiftly speeds 

Over the ice and snow. 

Dressed to the chin in furs is he 
Borrowed from Iceland Bears 

Full to the top is the sled he drives 
With children's toys and wares. 

Faintly the echo we hear if we list 
Tinkle of bells and the horn he blows, 

Thud of the reindeers hoofs as they speed 
Swift o'er winter's snows. 

Jolly is he as he snugly sits 

Atop his Xmas load 
Happy the children whose chimneys tall 

Catch his eye on the road. 
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Summer Wind 



Never a child does he forget 
Christmas eve vi^hen he comes, 

Swiftly he works and his brownies small 
Help with the toys and drums. 

Take my advice if a noise you hear 
Christmas eve or towards morn 

Close your eyes and go to sleep 
Echo it is of his horn. 



Soon will daylight then appear 

Fairies softly say 
Come dear one, the Sun is up, 

Hail to the Christmas Day. 



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Summer Wind 



PAIN 

I see a figure mount my steps 
Her face is worn and drawn. 

Her eyes are dark with anguish set 
And bent her weary form, 

I want you not, I cry in fear 

O go from me away! 
She takes my hand and sadly says, 

Nay — I have come to stay. 

For you and I must be alone 
For many a night and day 

And lessons of humility 

We'll learn and how to pray. 

And in the weary watches of, 
The dark and silent night, 

When mortals all are sleeping calm, 
We'll sleepless pray for light. 

Nay, draw not from me thus away, 
For I am friend, not foe, 

And clearer vision shall be yours 
Ere from you I do go. 

For oft to mortal eyes a land 

Of promise is revealed. 
And pure refined gold displayed 

That tinsel's gleam concealed. 

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Summer Wind 



When once you've walked the vale with Pain 

Born in your soul will be 
A grace that softens sorrow's woes, 

The grace of sympathy. 

And now at last the roses fair, 

Have taken on an angel form 
That comes with smiling face, 

With wings outspread and me has borne, 

Away to dreamland's pleasant bowers. 

My visitant hath gone. 
And graces many have been born 

In these sad hours, O happy dawn. 



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Summer Wind 



THE RESURRECTION 

I said within my aching heart, 
All truth is dead and friendship false 
My efforts futile all have proved 
Why longer struggle on alone. 

My poor soul stricken flaps its wings 
In vain against its prison bars, 
I'm weary, heartsick, lonely, sad, 
Why longer tread this darkened way. 

And then I sought the garden walk 
With breaking heart and eyelids wet 
And from the treetop heard the call 
Of Robin Redbreast to his mate. 

I felt the South wind gently blow 
And snow of Winter now was gone 
And some kind Spirit whispered soft. 
Be of good cheer dear heart, for see ! 

The Resurrection morn is come 
And Christ is risen from the dead 
And life immortal He has given 
To souls who walk the path he trod. 

Thy life so sad, will glorious be 

As Easter-lily than the bulb 

From which it sprung — to grace this day, 

This glorious Resurrection Day. 

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Summer Wind 



Go brush the dead leaves from the place 
Where grew the flowers of yesteryear, 
They are not dead, they live again 
All green and beautiful they show 

Their heads above the lowly earth. 
And so will your life yet live on 
And every deed and impulse true 
And every effort in His light, 

Will live on through the years to come, 

There is no death for truth and right. 

Be of good cheer, thou weary heart, 

The cross, the crown, the night, the morn. 



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Summer Wind 



THE TUSCANIA LIVING 

The brave Tuscania dead! Nay, they all reached 

the shore, 
To some a rock bound coast, mid waves whose 

angry roar 
Cried out, in jealous fear, of voices whose implore 
The wind so vainly carried to gulls that ever soar. 

To some of these brave sons. He earthly life hath 

given 
And they must ever onward press, their hearts with 

pain oft riven 
Until they reach that land from which all care is 

driven 
And greet their comrades who the Father now has 

shriven. 

O barren rocks! O mystery of waters deep! 
So cold, so terrible, so dark a place to sleep! 
Nay son! God bids thee rest, fear not the shades 

that creep. 
His bright and gleaming lights, shine through the 

ocean's keep. 

The music sweet thou hearest, is from that land of 

song 
The voices, tones familiar, thy heart has craved so 

long. 
The welcome hands outstretched, His chosen Godly 

throng. 
Who bid thee welcome Hero, thy kindred now 

among. 

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Summer Wind 



Weep happy tears O mother, of gallant dauntless 

Son, 
Whose earthly work is ended, ere it seemed well 

begun, 
For God doth record keep, of earthly course we 

run, 
A glorious morn for you, has by his death been won. 



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Summer Wind 



A DAY 

And can it be night comes so soon, 

When I had thought this day 
Kind words to say, kind deeds to do 

And has it passed away? 

And she whose heart I might h^ve cheered 

In sorrow still must dwell, 
And he who longed for friendship's clasp, 

Has bidden us farewell. 

The tolling bells announced the morn 

A troop of children gay 
Are homeward bound from Sunday school 

And it is glad midday. 

And then a flash of red and gold 

And sunset gilds the sky 
How soon the shades of night creep on 

How fast the days go by. 



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Summer Wind 



BELLS OF SABBATH MORN 

O bells of Sabbath Morn 
On the breeze to us is borne 
Your long reverberation 
From steeple's lofty station. 

O bells ye seem to say 
Remember, tis His day 
Come worship at His feet, 
And praises sing — tis meet. 

O bells, I know not why 
Unbidden to mine eye, 
The tears of memory well 
As your tones sink and swell. 

But always when you ring 
Unto my mind you bring 
Dear faces now long gone 
Who, welcome as the dawn 

Come now and softly blend 
With memories that lend 
A brightness as of Sun 
That glory gives, ere run. 

O bells I love your tone 
To consecration known. 
Come let us worship all, 
Responsive to the call. 
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Summer Wind 



ALONE 

Thou lonely Pine, on bleak hillside 

Bereft of kindred, friend, 
Whose harp ere sings a mournful strain 

As seasons change and blend. 

Thou, solitary watchman bold. 

Of hill, ravine and glade 
Reminder of a forest green, 

Now fallen neath the blade 

One lone as thee now rests beneath 
Thy fragrant arms outspread 

Whose kindred, loved ones all like thine, 
Are numbered with the dead 

A heart responsive lifts its voice 

And joineth in thy swell 
As treasured memories of the past 

We to each other tell. 



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Summer Wind 



MAMMY 

Yas honey, 

Fm jes an ole black mammy, 
But dis day I'm purty glad 

To wash de does in de basement 
For Missus shor is mad 

When dat thbomter dim 

To ninety eight to-day, 
"De breeze done come from Hell," 

Dats what de Missus say. 

Yas, Mammy dont complain. 

Got de bes of it to-day, 
De basement's cool, she'll wash, 

And sing a song and pray — halleuia. 



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